The first breath of the day is the sweetest. It is the taste of cool mist, a traveler that has journeyed down the mountain just to greet me. It settles on my fur, a damp kiss on my black patches and a soft whisper against my white. This is the morning’s first true song. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, a rich, dark aroma that holds the memory of every season. And rising above it, ...
